chapter Eleven
Ivy’s bed was the focal point of the small room. It was full-sized and draped in soft cotton linens. There was no couch, only a nightstand and a wall unit that held a large screen TV, several books, and pictures of Ivy with another woman he assumed was her sister. There were three windows. Two of them looked out on the water. The curtains were open and emitted a soft silver light cast by the street lamps. He threw the light switch anyway. He wanted to see Ivy. He didn’t want to miss a single detail. Not a fleeting expression on her face, not a dimple on her body. He turned her so that they could look into each other’s eyes. Hers were a warm dark chocolate, flared with passion and full of intent. And damn, if they didn’t feel like fire on his skin.
“Take your clothes off.” It was a throaty demand and was accompanied by her hands on the hem of his shirt. She pushed it up and he finished the task by whisking it over his head.
Her hands tangled in the waistband of his shorts even as her mouth opened over his chest. It was a soft kiss that ended with a gentle nip of her sharp teeth. Reaction shot straight to his dick and Ivy murmured her appreciation.
“You’re next,” he said and peeled her sweatshirt over her head. The running top was skin-tight and when he released her breasts they swayed gently. Gorgeous. Seriously, heart-stopping, cock-hardening gorgeous. “Damn,” he whispered reverently. Her skin was naturally darker than his own, a sweet caramel only slightly lighter where she’d been protected from the sun. Her breasts were large, the tips a dusky rose that made his mouth water. The ache in his cock deepened and he pressed his palm to its insistent need.
“Let me,” she said, but he stopped her.
“No way. It’s my turn now.”
He moved forward, so that their bodies touched, his moving hers toward the bed. When her knees met the mattress, he lowered her, taking her mouth with his in a kiss that was all about getting inside her. He thrust his tongue deeply, tangling with hers, dominating, because she’d had her fun and it was definitely time for him to play.
Still lip-locked, he crowded her until she was lying on her back. He slipped between her thighs, pushed his cock against her cleft and swallowed her pleas for more. The blood was pounding in his head, stiffened him beyond endurance—almost.
He pulled back and looked at her beneath him, her dark hair fanned out on the mattress, her almond eyes closed. Her skin passion-flushed and her teeth sawing at her lip now.
He lowered his head and kissed her again, this time an annoyingly sweet caress—he could tell because she moaned her complaint. He found her ear next and curled his tongue around the lobe. Her breathing adjusted, a slight hitch. He whispered into her ear every thought he had on the beauty of her breasts. And followed that with a long swirl into her ear. Her fingers curled into his shoulders. Her hips rose against his.
He felt her beaded nipples against his chest and smoothed his hands down her shoulders,
over her arms and mated his fingers to hers. Then he spread her arms out, so that she was completely open to him. His hands held hers to the mattress.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded and waited until she was hooked in his gaze. “Watch me.”
He lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth. He teased it gently with his teeth, tugged on it, and felt her body bow against his. She pushed against his hands, but he held her firm. If she put her hands on his body now he’d explode.
He moved to her other breast, lavished it with attention, and groaned when Ivy moved her hips against his.
“Jake,” she whimpered his name. Her nails dug into his fingers. “Let me touch you.”
He shook his head. “Not gonna happen. Not yet.” He drew his head down her body, licking and kissing his way to her navel. When he dipped inside, her body bucked against his. He lapped again with his tongue, blew softly into the well, probed with the tip of his tongue, and felt her twist beneath him.
“That’s good,” he murmured.
“Yes.” She tugged at her hands. “Jake please.”
“I want you ready,” he said.
“I am,” she promised.
He lowered his head again, sliding his tongue under the waistband of her running shorts. He could smell her sex now, thick with need.
“You’re wet.”
“Yes. Very.”
“I want to taste you.”
“No.”
“Hell yes.”
“I want you inside me. Now.”
He had to free a hand to remove her shorts, to bury his face in her sweet intoxication. He needed to do it now. So he laid an arm over her chest, pinning her to the mattress, held her shoulder gently in his hand, and used his other to peel the silky material away from her body.
“Sweet Jesus.” His voice was barely a whisper, broken by the intensity of his feelings. “You are beautiful.”
She had a triangle of downy curls, a modest and final covering of her sex. Jake buried his face there, inhaled deeply, and searched for her sweet spot with his tongue. He lifted her thigh to open her and he felt her hand in his hair, her smooth thighs move against his cheeks, and quickly tumbled into her essence. She was wet from wanting him and he lapped it up. He teased her * and heard her call out. He stroked deeply into her folds, savored her taste on his tongue, delved again for more. But still it wasn’t enough. He released her and slid his hands under her bottom, lifted her firmly against his mouth. He flicked his tongue against her *oris, suckled it, lapped at the juice his work produced. She trembled with her need to come, bowed against him as though she would snap in two, and finally, enthusiastically, bathed him in her passion as she climaxed.
He stroked her again. And again. Loving the taste of her, wanting her orgasm to be complete. And when he shifted back on his heels and looked at her, he felt his cock jerk and begin to drip his seed.
Never. He’d never been so moved, so connected to another woman. No one had ever mattered so much to him. He watched her chest rise and fall in an agitated rhythm, her eyelids flicker. She lifted her hands and captured her breasts. She squeezed them, maybe to alleviate the last bit of tension, or to stretch out her pleasure. He wasn’t sure. But he could take no more. He took his cock in hand and came in a burst of pure bliss as he watched her fondle her body.
Ivy surfaced slowly. Her dazed and dizzying world settled to a soft rocking, but her body continued to buzz. Mercy, Jake had stoked her need until relief was an excruciating joy. He had been so deeply into her, the memory made her skin heat. Made her core ache. Her climax had been blinding. She had glimpsed him between her legs, thoroughly intent on driving her crazy. She had never known such single-minded determination or its sweet reward. Her lips curled with the memory of it. She was so completely satisfied and felt a peace she’d never known existed. And she hadn’t even had him inside her yet.
Not inside her. She had gotten so carried away by her own pleasure, she had forgotten about Jake. Well, she hadn’t forgotten him. Impossible. But she hadn’t pleasured him.
Her eyes snapped open. She stared at the ceiling, at an angel as her legs were still draped over the side of the bed.
“Jake?”
“Right here.”
She lifted her head and watched him approach from the bathroom, a wet cloth in his hand. He stopped before her and stared at her with a sweet intensity.
“You are amazing, Ivy Warner,” he said.
He was naked. His body flushed, but he was no longer engorged.
“But I didn’t—“
“You did.” He crouched before her. “I’m sorry. I got a little messy.”
His semen was dripping down the inside of her thigh and he wiped it up with long strokes of the warm cloth.
“How?” she asked, watching his tender ministrations. “I mean, I didn’t get a chance to even touch you.”
“You touched me all right.”
He brought the cloth up and nudged her thighs further apart. Then he touched her where his mouth had been. She was sticky and he wiped away her discomfort, but his touch on her sensitive hood was exquisite torture. She heard her breath hitch. Watched his skin flush and the flame in his eyes leap.
Ivy sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. She was no longer edgy with need, which meant she could take her time and enjoy Jake. She placed her fingertips on his forearms and allowed them to drift over the corded muscle, dip into the wells of definition on his biceps and shoulders.
“I thought you might have a tattoo.”
“It’s a small one.”
Over his heart, Semper Fi.
She opened her mouth over it
“The Corps saved my life,” he said.
“You were a wayward teen.” She traced the letters with her tongue and then dipped lower and laved the nipple.
“I needed direction. Purpose,” he agreed. “But it’s not everything,” he continued, tipping his head, taking her chin in a gentle grip and turning her face up so he could sink into her eyes. “You could be my everything, Ivy.”
He kissed her then. Deeply. Slowly. Thoroughly. His hands came down on her hips and he moved her closer, so that she could feel his erection stirring. His fingers drifted up her back in the softest touch it could almost be air from an open window. They tangled in her hair, pulling lightly so that her head fell back. He moved his mouth to her neck, his tongue tasting, and Ivy felt that familiar tension begin to twist inside her.
“I want you inside me this time.”
“Definitely,” he agreed.
“I want you to come first.”
He shook his head. “Not gonna happen.”
“You watched me,” she pointed out.
He lifted his head and stroked a hand through her hair as he regarded her. “It was an earth-shattering moment for me, Ivy.”
Where urgency had driven them earlier, Jake imposed a gentleness this time that slowly unraveled Ivy. He kissed her in new places and lingered over every touch. Ivy began to feel passion grow in a way she had never experienced. It was a slow, steady burn. She explored his body just as leisurely, falling into his pacing. They sought each other’s gaze often, lost in response as touch was applied and withdrawn and new locations tested. Ivy focused on his neck and soon discovered that a combination of tongue and teeth just below Jake’s ear drove him crazy.
She smiled against his skin and whispered. “Ahha!”
His only answer was the long shuddering of his body and his hands as they tightened against her head, asking for more. She gave it to him.
She rolled Jake so that he was on his back and straddled him.
“Is this how you want it our first time?” he asked.
“Do you have something else in mind?”
“I think I’ll get more out of this position than you.” He lifted her breasts in his hands and rolled up so that he could suckle a nipple.
Which was how she wanted it. Jake had already given to her. An orgasm so profound she could only hope a repeat performance was somewhere in her future. She pushed firmly against
his shoulder so that he was again on his back, but reminded him, “You know where to find me.”
“Hell yes.”
“And I trust your timing.” She wiggled her bottom, stroking the length of his erection. His eyes closed, his jaw tensed.
“Ivy? We’re going to have to get a condom soon.”
“Where are they?”
“Pants pocket. Front right.”
She scanned the room from her perch and spotted his jeans on the chair next to the window. Too far. She would have to get out of bed. Leave his warmth. Leave the insistent push of his cock against her.
She rose up on her knees. “Don’t move,” she said. She took him in her hand, stroked his shaft. Rubbed the sensitive ridge that ran the length of him. And then lowered herself and held just the tip of his penis against her core.
“What are you doing?” His breath was thick, his eyes glued to where they were almost joined.
“I’m relying on your control.” She stroked herself again and felt herself melt over him.
“You’re playing with fire,” he gasped.
She moved him slickly through her folds and increased the pressure when she brought him to her swollen *oris. She felt herself bloom, threw her head back and choked out his name.
Jake rolled away and Ivy wavered on the edge of climax. God, it was sweet torture. She opened her eyes and watched him grab his shorts, pull a string of condoms from the pocket, and tear into one.
“Let me.” She held her hand out as Jake slid back into bed.
Ivy kissed the tip of his penis, rolled her tongue around the burgeoning head, and only then slipped the condom into place.
Jake took her hips and would have plunged into her, but Ivy stopped him.
“Me,” she said, barely capable of words.
She placed her hands on his knees, arching her back, and slid slowly down his shaft. Jake released a long, shuddering groan.
He felt so right inside her. And it was more than a physical reaction on her part. The thought was disturbing, coming too fast into territory well-protected. Or so she’d thought. She didn’t trouble over it for long, though, because Jake wasn’t content to kick back for the ride. He picked up the rhythm and then reached between them to make sure Ivy was well taken care of.